Kothakoli-came from 'Kolikar kotha', in an effort to log the monologue-ous conversations that rage in conundrum, the arguments and questions that rumble inside to make me, 'me'. Kothakoli strives to stay true to the name: a dance, an exotic, challenging, colorful, beautiful dance. Somewhat like life itself.

And then there was silence

Spring:
Crowded ward, a thousand face
Sweaty hands, a gruesome race
Shrieks of pain, of thrill and joy
Screams of relief, it was a boy

and then there was silence



Summer:
Sonny boy's days go by
Apple of his Daddy's eye
Growing up good and strong and fast
Left home for his dreams at last

and then there was silence



Rain:

A flame so high, a wind so strong
A love so right could never go wrong
He had found a mate and feelings rhymed
His was a perfect world as wedding bells chimed

Breaking all his silence.



Autumn:
Of clatter, chatter and countless matter,
A life of two of hopes and woe;
Cats and dogs and sleep and food
All their babies growing up good.
Gone the days of rainbow romance
Lonely decades now reeks of lies
Million nights of flawed plans, failed to blanch
Fifty years of sugar and spice

She just waited for silence



Winter:
Now he lies on a pale blue sheet
She hangs on to his every heart beat
'til a silver spiral rises up
In a cloud of smoke it disappears

And now its all silent.




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